Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 257 Before Dawn, the Corpses That Did Not Die from the Light Sword

Separated by a window.

Everyone looked at each other in silence.

There are mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood outside the window.

But no one looked at the body, they only looked at Alan.

Silence condensed on the cracked flower texture on the glass.

Alan wiped the blood off his face and shifted his gaze away from the body of the original leader of this killer group.

The torn sleeves hung on his arms in the moonlight, swaying in the night mountain breeze.

Along with the resounding voice, it entered the hall through the hole pierced by the dagger.

"They are all here. It's much faster than I thought."

Isaruti looked at the corpses outside the window. Although it was expected, she still shook her head and sighed.

"Brother, you are the one. You are faster and more agile than in the previous challenge. It turns out that compared to the Water God Style, you are more suitable for the Sword God Style that uses the burst of will and energy to drive the sword intent."

Sylphy looked at her own feet that hadn't even worn shoes yet, and subconsciously defended Alan.

"I think Alan has always been pretty fast."

"Is it?"

"right."

Alan: Stop talking.
He looked at the two women expressionlessly, his lips parted for a moment as if he wanted to argue something, but finally gave up the idea.

He turned his head, facing Alice's burning red eyes, and shook his head apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Alice, these assassins have too many different methods and they are too dangerous, so I won't let you practice. When you get to the capital, there will be more suitable and safe opportunities in the dojo."

Alice pouted with a slightly dissatisfied expression. The reason for her excitement was not because Alan was killing people, but because it meant she had another chance to see the practical teaching materials of the Sword God Style. Unfortunately, not only did she not see the teaching materials, but the only chance she had to use them was that Alan's Northern God Style throwing skills directly smashed the clock.

But the answer came very quickly!

"It doesn't matter! Let's go to the capital!" He crossed his arms and his face instantly became happy.

Rudy swallowed his saliva. The difference was that Alice openly expressed her admiration and coquettish "dissatisfaction", and Izuruti and Sylphy secretly expressed their love for each other in "comparison".

The reason he was watching Alan was simple.

Because this would avoid looking at the body behind it that was torn into pieces.

His face was ashen.

Outside the window, Alan used his sense stream to scan the hotel again, confirming that all the 'guests' who occasionally occupied the rooms when he checked in were dead.

The words I heard when I landed flashed through my mind.

"Officially employed?"

He narrowed his eyes, turned around and looked at the corpses around him, then spoke.

"The assassin group has already cleared the area around us, but that's fine. We don't have to clean up in a hurry. Clean up the bloodstains, freeze the bodies with water magic, throw them into the trash can, and bury them with earth magic. By the time we're discovered, we'll have already left Liupu City."

"that is it."

He turned to look at Rudy and Sylphy.

"I have to trouble you for help again. Sorry, Rudy, I didn't want to end up like this in Liupu City, but the intensity of this assassination is much beyond my imagination. If I don't kill them quickly, there may be fish that slip through the net. Moreover, it seems that some unexpected changes have occurred."

"Well, you should get used to it first. Can you help me deal with the one hanging on the clock first? It happens to be relatively simple to deal with. And she's a girl with a nice figure, so she should be more receptive."

Sylphy nodded.

But Rudy was stunned, and looked at Allen with a dull expression, who looked "sincere". The corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned to look at the clock.

——The cute girl with a graceful figure had her brain sprayed all over the room.

Allen
Would you like to listen to what you are saying?
Maintaining this "family" makes me so tired.
yue
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Allen, who often kills people and has two wives who are magicians and a good friend who is a water-type saint-level magician, knows this.

Killing someone is easy, disposing of the body is not difficult at all.

It turned out that the magician cleaned up the bodies faster and more efficiently than he had imagined, and it did not require the psychological preparation that Allen had imagined.

He raised his hand and used a Frost Nova to freeze the ground, so that the bloody impact of the corpse covered by thick frost was instantly diluted. Then he used sword energy and condensed wind blade magic to cut the ice wrapped around the corpse into ice slag, and then performed earth magic to mix the broken ice with the soil and threw it into the trash can, and used water column magic to wash the ground.

Perfectly eliminate traces.

——Rudy came up with it.

I have to say that Nitko is very talented in the use of magic.

After going through this process, the bluestone slabs were clean again, with only a slight salty smell left in the air. Liupu City is a water city, so the smell didn't seem out of place at all.

Rudy, Sylphy and Alice can complete it at the speed of light.

The continent of swords and magic is so convenient.

Of course, the main force in destroying the bodies was still Rudy and Sylphy. The latter just followed behind them. Before freezing the bodies, she stared at the broken surfaces of the bodies, tilted her head and thought about the trajectory of Alan's knife, and then swung the knife when the two needed it.

However, while the group was working, Sylphy wasn't paying much attention.

He kept secretly glancing at something not far away.

Allen and Isaruti were squatting in front of a corpse, biting its ears.

"Do you know him? This guy is quite capable, he's not completely unknown."

Isaruti looked at the body of the black-haired man with his neck twisted on the ground, frowned slightly, carefully identified the other's face, and shook her head after a while.

"Looking at his face, I have never seen him before. If he has any outstanding qualities, I should be able to remember them with my memory."

"His strength should be at the Water King level, but I have never seen him."

Isaruti showed a surprised expression and quickly glanced at the swordsman's uniform on Alan.

There were slits on the waist, cuffs, and even the collar caused by the blade.

Looking closely, there was no obvious wound on the skin surface under the rift.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Water King level? Brother, are you sure? Maybe it came from another country? If it's in Asura, it shouldn't be possible."

"I really shouldn't have become a killer in Liupu City. But I'm sure that if he hadn't been keeping close to me and blocking my light sword, I wouldn't have made the scene so bloody just because I wanted to end the battle quickly."

"But, Water King, why did you do this?"

Alan was silent for a moment, catching the fragments he could faintly hear from beneath him as he fell.

"Evil Blade, have you heard of it? It should be the killer's nickname for this man."

Isa Luti wanted to shake her head, but suddenly she thought of something and was stunned.

"The Filthy Blade Hurnin? Hurnin Retbart? (The homophony of human language, I understand it, but I can't express it in Chinese after thinking for a long time) Is it him?"

Allen felt that the name Retbart sounded familiar, but after scanning his memories in the royal capital, he did not find any intersection with such a person, so he touched his chin and continued to ask.

"Oh? Is it a homophone of his name? So you have seen him in the capital?"

Isaruti looked at the corpse on the ground with a complicated expression and shook her head. "I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. At the end of last year, he came to the capital and was awarded the title of Water King by my grandmother. I was not there."

Alan turned his head to look at Isaruti. The two of them were squatting on the ground almost shoulder to shoulder. The latter's hair was blown up by the night breeze and touched the side of Alan's face.

Isaruti casually tucked her flying hair behind her ears, turned her head and looked at Alan quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Alan scratched his face which was a little itchy from the hair, and suddenly an idea came to him, so he turned around and looked behind him.

The white-haired girl shook her head fiercely and continued to clean up the corpses.

"Sylphy! The wind blade is about to cut my feet!"

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

"You! Hey, if you want to go, just go ahead. I can do it alone, Yue."

"What are you talking about, Rudy?"

"Rudy you are really annoying! Next one!"

"?" Upon seeing this, Alan waved to Sylphy to come over, but Sylphy pretended not to see it and continued to clean up the bodies with her neck stiff.

Alan shook his head helplessly, then looked at Isaruti. The two smiled and continued the conversation.

"Since Hurn Reitbart was awarded the title of Water King, why didn't he join the Knights? Instead, he is here as a face of the assassin group?"

Izuruti thought for a while before answering.

"The Knights did not invite him. As for the reason, I think it is probably because of the past of the Reitbart family. The Reitbart family was also a famous noble family in the capital forty years ago, but they took the wrong position in the previous crown prince competition. Seeing that the situation was not right, the family split into two branches due to disagreements."

"One group insisted on 'fighting to the bitter end' and stayed in the capital, while the other group surrendered and exiled themselves from the capital to save their lives. The result was also cruel. The group in the capital was completely purged by the king, who was then the second prince. Hurn Retbart was still young at the time, studying abroad, and had never participated in the battle for the crown prince from beginning to end, so he was spared."

"The Knights may have considered the king's safety and did not invite him to join the Knights. Who knows if he holds a grudge against the king? He also left the capital after that and his whereabouts are unknown. Who would have thought that he would become a killer here."

“It’s really sad.”

Alan raised an eyebrow.

".Decreasing into a killer. But, speaking of that, why didn't the king wipe out their family?"

Isaruti was a little surprised.

"Why do you think so, brother? If we eradicate all the hostile forces, wouldn't Asura have lost many lives every time there was a fight for the crown prince? If we killed so many people, the nobles would have been in chaos long ago."

"And if that's the case, who would dare to take a stand in the battle for the crown prince? How can His Majesty the King use the successors' tactics to choose the next monarch who is most suitable for Asura?"

Alan blinked, and suddenly realized that this was the continent of swords and magic, and the history and culture were completely different from the world before he traveled through time.

"Too."

The two were silent for a moment, but looked at the corpse on the ground and spoke at the same time.

“Something’s wrong”

“Something’s wrong”

After saying that, the two were stunned. Allen felt helpless that Isaruti still retained the habit she often used in the royal capital, while the latter blushed a little.

However, this somewhat ambiguous state only lasted for a moment, and Alan continued to summarize.

"Given Hurlin Reitbart's identity, he should be very clear about the weight of the Boreas family, and he should also be very clear that assassinating me this time means completely offending the Boreas family. And as the Water King, he doesn't seem like someone who would risk doing such a thing for some money."

Isa Luti took over.

"Yes. In this case, to borrow my brother's words, it can only prove that the 'price' of offending the Boreas family is nothing compared to the 'temptation' before him."

Alan continued.

"Well, and the allocation of assassination resources used by James this time is also wrong."

"First, the Night Lion Thieves Group, a force that fits James's profile. There's also the shadow of Darius in it, and because of me, um..."

Alan shook off the words "man and god" that flashed through his mind and made up another reason for Darius' involvement.

"Because I went to Roya, which directly caused his hand that was stretched out to Roya to be cut off, I naturally have a grudge against him. And considering James's opportunistic personality, he must have used the reason that Boreas would be willing to serve Darius in the future to beg for Darius' help. Darius must like to see the younger generation of Sauros surrender, so he colluded with him."

"The thieves are indeed people who seek wealth. Wayne also comes from the Land of Strife. Generally speaking, they are driven by money."

"So far, this is still the part that James can do."

"But when we arrived at Flowing Falls, everything changed."

"The assassin group that cooperated too much took the initiative to join the game and assassinate the mastermind. There is weirdness everywhere."

"These are not resources that James should be able to mobilize."

Alan stretched out his hand and tried to close the eyes of Hurrin Rethbart on the ground, which were obviously filled with reluctance.

——Failed. Hun'er died with his eyes open, still glaring at Alan with obvious surprise and fear in his eyes.

Allen shook his head.

"There is still a lack of information, but there are indeed too many additional changes."

Isaruti nodded in agreement.

Alan turned his head and looked at Alice and Sylphy in the distance, then glanced at Izoloti.

He was silent for a moment and then spoke.

"There is a mountain wind in Liupu City at night, and the terrain is low, with adverse winds and currents. Under these circumstances, the first boatman to open for business will be tomorrow morning?"

Isaruti nodded.

"Yes."

Alan nodded and stood up on his knees.

"Okay, let's leave the city and return to the capital tomorrow morning. If this happens a few more times, not only will I be worried, but the bodies will also be discovered by the municipal government. I'm afraid Sylphy and Rudy will die of exhaustion before that happens."

Isaruti did not stand up, she just looked up at Alan with a smile on her face.

——There was no need to feel Allen’s pride, it was about to overflow.

But she didn't think it was arrogant.

because
Nearly thirteen years old.

A sword king with skills from all three schools.

A master who killed 31 assassins in the time it took him to get dressed and go downstairs.

A genius that my grandmother said only appears once in a century.

That's what he should be like.

In the Kingdom of Asura, the only person who could pose an absolute threat to him was his grandmother. Even the Knights of Dawn, which was specially set up by the capital to deal with the chaos above the king level, could only win by encircling and killing.

And most importantly
The senior brother said that his sword of light was intercepted by Hun'erin using the Water God Style technique at close range. That's why Izuluti panicked for a moment. When she came downstairs, she thought that Alan used the sword of light to quickly kill the assassin, but it turned out that was not the case.

The other party is stronger than I thought.

The situation was very critical at that time.

The opponent's tactical purpose is very clear - sacrifice their own counterattacks, turn into a solid shield for other killers, and create opportunities for their offensive.

This is very water god flow.

But, what is the result?

Izuluti glanced at the corpses lying on the blood flowers in the distance that had not yet been cleaned up.

The knife marks on the remains were very conspicuous.

It seems.

Somewhat familiar.

To what extent has Senior Brother mastered the five mysteries of the Water God Style?
"Clap clap clap."

Someone came over with heavy steps.

Izuluti and Alan, who had stood up, looked behind them.

It's not Sylphy, but a little lion.

Alice ran over and stopped in front of Alan. She looked up at Alan and pointed at the corpses in front of them.

His brows were tightly furrowed.

"The force of the sword, the way of cutting, I don't understand! It's not the Sword God Style! Teach me!"

Izuruti glanced at Alice, then looked up at Alan.

The latter did not comment, but just reached out and rubbed Alice on the head.

His eyes were looking at the body of Hurrin Rethbat on the ground.

The corpse did not respond.

In the pupils.

Reflecting Alan's smiling face.

　I wrote it very quickly these two days, so some of the words may not be appropriate, but due to time constraints, I couldn't polish it carefully.

　
(End of this chapter)